What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.

Not all that glitters is gold.

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.

Live free or die.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream. But when I open my mouth, nothing happens. And I wonder if you fall forever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever.